Jonathan Price 'KILROY WAS HERE'
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Categories:
kilroy, poems,
Form: Shape
Grandma Kilroy saw what was going down
Before it went down
She saw those hoodlums
Big Dee and Tike Face head for the police officer’s car.
Grandma Kilroy told her husband
Call the police and ask for backup.
He begged her to stay inside, but she was tired
Of staying inside
Of not standing up
Of not being the best woman
And this was her neighborhood.
It was going downhill fast
Because other neighbors were staying inside.
So she went out there
And when the young officer was down,
She said “You have to come through me to finish this.”
Doors began popping open.
Other neighbors came out.
Some were carrying rifles.
Guns she had never seen.
They came to help.
One woman. All by herself,
With the help of the neighborhood
Backed them off.
They ran off, frightened.
And the backup arrived in time before they brought their followers.
Categories:
kilroy, community,
Form: Narrative
Kilroy was Here
I don’t believe I can
force any writing upon this pen;
Though I may try and watch the ink as it flows
the words are those I always know;
Drawn in easy well planned display
to reveal the heart in what it might say.
So as I wait in my solitude
the words to write which I allude;
Inspiration, hate, war, paverty, love, laughter and joy
tell all I was once here, remember me, KilRoy?
For the WWII Vets who fought for freedom and so many of those who followed for other wars, may peace find us soon.
Categories:
kilroy, poems, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Kings may come, kings may go,
I go on forever.
Letters in a constant flow,
Recording each endeavour.
On the walls and in the halls
You may find that I vex,
Waxing tall or shrinking small
And alternating sex.
Seas I ford, I go abroad
Heeding my vocation,
Evading eyes and compromise,
Resourceful, I claim all disguise,
Even bilocation!
Categories:
kilroy, nostalgia, places, urbanmay,
Form: Acrostic